noteful | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Meg sort of drifts awake, mind still shaking itself free of a muddled dream about trying to pitch a tent in the desert with Alain.

She has felt worse.

At least, she's pretty sure she's felt worse.

Meg opens her eyes and then comes the taking stock of things -- strange bed, strange room, not home, Milliways, chickenpox, quarantined, Carlisle, feel dreadful, too hot, fever, Edward --

She stops, eyes coming back to focus on the other person in the room.

Hello, Edward. You weren't here before, were you?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Emulate Rose." It's dry. Mouth staying crooked. "Walk around huffily. Sigh dramatically throughout places you could not avoid hearing it. Ignore you while working tirelessly at something, or even absolutely nothing."

Well, if you feel you absolutely must, go ahead.

Meg yawns.

I'll be asleep through it, anyway.

Edward didn't quite smile. He leaned back in the seat, listening to her. Her breaths, thoughts, heartbeat. The clouded muddled of sickness and the very human fight, against something he had seen but could little remember feeling himself.

"It'll wait until you wake. I'm quite patient."

Pretty sure 'patient' is my job right now, Edward.

Meg's eyes, which had drifted closed, open to focus on his face.

Don't just stay here that whole time, okay? Visit or look in, but don't just sit there and watch me have the chickenpox for the next however many days.

I don't want you to have hours of memories of this. I look dreadful and I know it.

Though it's not really a request motivated by vanity.

"You should focus more on just resting, and getting better."

Edward would take care of the real world, Bella and his family included, around all of this. Plus, in the end, he'd seen far, far worse than this in medical contexts just while studying and interning over time.

Even if it was a kind thing she was dictating.

Which it would be easier for me to do without an audience, Edward.

"Please."

Edward stood, barely two seconds later, pen and composition book in hand. Chair already back across the room where it had started.

"Alright." Beat. "Rest well, Meg."

He has her list of requests at present, too.

Thank you.

Meg's eyes close again.

I'm sure I'll see you soon.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only